“You said you weren’t hungry,” Dhruv said all of a sudden, breaking the stretched period of silence between them. Shanaya paused chewing the food in her mouth, and glared at him. Dhruv let out a chuckle, feeling amused at his successful attempt to annoy her. He went back to eating his own food leisurely, looking way too comfortable sitting in that hospital canteen. Wearing a plain gray t-shirt over black joggers, she could not understand how he managed to look just out of bed and effortlessly handsome at the same time.Shanaya’s stomach had rumbled suddenly when she sensed the smell of hot food, and the weakness in her knees had become evident. She knew she could not go long without eating and starving herself was something she had promised her mother she would never do. Shanaya's eyes darted around the room. She said, “I’ve never stayed a night at a hospital before. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.” Even at 2AM, there were still people here in the canteen for foo
Dhruv's expression softened as he gazed at her, his eyes filled with an unspoken regret. "I know I messed up, Shan. I was foolish, and I hurt you. But please believe me when I say that I never stopped thinking about you all these years. You were always in my thoughts, and I never forgot the way you were there for me when I needed you the most." Shanaya felt a strange mix of emotions bubbling inside her chest, and she couldn't help but feel torn between the past and the present. Dhruv had been her closest friend for years, and she had shared everything with him. He had become a lot more to her, but when he had suddenly pushed her out of his life without any explanation, she had been left heartbroken and confused. What he was doing to her—whatever it was that he was saying to her at that moment was unfair. She felt rage course through her veins along with a sharp pain in her chest. How could Dhruv make her feel comfortable in one moment and angry in the next? How could she still let
A moment passed before Shanaya approached the bed, noticing the IV drip and other medical equipment that surrounded Ahail. She couldn't bear to see her brother like this. As she stood by his bedside, tears began to well up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that the person she loved so much was going through this. She knew she had to be strong for him and for her family, but she felt helpless. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see her uncle standing there with a concerned expression on his face. He looked at her and said, "I'm sorry you had to see him like this, but he's going to be okay. The doctors are doing everything they can to help him." Shanaya felt ashamed, having been found in the state she was in. She nodded, trying to keep her composure. She knew Harish was right, but seeing Ahail like this made her feel so powerless. When she glanced at Harish, she found tears in her eyes too. He began in a voice that was too painful to her ears, “I’m to be
When Shanaya walked out of the hospital room that morning, she found Dhruv sleeping on one of the metal chairs placed outside in the hallway. The back of his head rested against the smooth tiled wall behind, his hands clasped together in his lap. Her shoulders tensed when she saw the way he was sitting—his back arched, one leg crossed over the other, making for a bad posture. When she walked to him, his eyes fluttered open. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she apologised softly, wondering what he was still doing there. His tongue flickered over his bottom lip as he folded his arms. “That’s too bad, Shanaya. I was having the best dream.”She did not fail to grasp the sarcasm in his voice; just like her, he had got no sleep the previous night. “What did you dream about?” she still asked. Dhruv sat up straight in his chair, finally fixing his posture. Her shoulders relaxed as she watched him come up with a response. “I’ll tell you while we’re having breakfast,” he finall
Shanaya only hoped her brother would welcome the change in appearance, the fresh air and bright light and that it would help him get better. She let her eyes take one last look at the room before walking down the staircase towards the kitchen. “Are you done decorating the room?” Aruna asked as soon as her eyes found Shanaya. There was no warmth in her voice, only a tinge of mockery. Shanaya gave her a curt nod and kept walking, not lingering to make any conversation. She knew the woman had never really liked her or her brother. They had only received crude remarks from her. Shanaya could not care less; she had never bothered finding out the reason behind Aruna’s behaviour. When the news of Ahail’s arrival finally reached her ears, she practically ran to see him. It took all her strength to not hug him right where he stood. Neil stood by his side, supporting him, although he did not seem like he needed any support. His eyes looked a little tired but otherwise, if he felt weak, he
The night air was harsh on Shanaya’s skin. Every breeze was a reminder of her grandmother’s words—cruel, sharp, and the sort to leave permanent wounds on her soul. She let out an exasperated sigh and closed her eyes, thinking about her parents. She wondered how things would have been if they were still there. Ahail would have never gone down the path of self-destruction, never lost Noor—he would likely have a high paying job somewhere in some cool city. He would go out on vacations to all the great places in the world like he always wished. She would have remained silly, never toughened up, never taken up responsibility. But instead, here she was, wondering how much truth was held in Suhala’s words. Had they given up on themselves? Whatever did she mean by that? For the last six years, Shanaya had done everything in her capacity and beyond to get to where she was. She had left no stone unturned. She had failed, fallen and then risen up, tried again until she had become successful.
A while later they were sitting on the cold tiled floor of the terrace, their backs against the ledge wall. The wind blowing ruthlessly a while back had calmed down. The night was filled with the chirping of cicadas, and Shanaya saw a moth fly over their heads. Then all of a sudden Ahail spoke something, his voice too low, inaudible to her ears. He let out a heavy sigh and set his cup on the floor, now empty. Looking up at the moonless sky, he closed his eyes as a gust of wind hit them. Shanaya knew he was thinking about something and likely even wanted to talk about it, but something was making him hesitate. After a brief debate within her mind, she decided to end the silence. She began with the most appropriate question, “Why didn’t you tell me this had happened before?” It had been very difficult to keep her voice from quavering, but looking away from him had helped. She could not truly meet his eyes in that moment, afraid she would not be able to hold back her emotions. “I wa
Shanaya leaned against the side of her parked car, her nervous gaze fluttering repeatedly towards the door of Dhruv’s new bungalow. She had been standing outside his house for ten minutes, but so far there had been no word from him. She had considered knocking on the front door or ringing the bell, but feared it would make her look too eager or desperate. Eventually she had concluded that it was best to wait for him. But for how long, she had no clue. It had been five days since Ahail had been discharged from the hospital. Five days since she had heard Dhruv’s voice. Five days since she had seen his face. Five days since she had looked into those brown eyes. Shanaya had missed him. But she would throw herself under a bus before she could ever let him know that. Over the past few days, thoughts of Dhruv had incessantly invaded her mind. She would dwell on the curve of his smile or the gentle stubble on his cheeks, which was gradually growing into a beard. Sometimes her thoughts wo